I adjusted it a few times while I thought about what I should do next. I finally settled on taking her back home so that she could change. Her littl...e denim skirt was now a dark blue mess, stained with her pussy juices. I found her phone underneath her hip and scrolled through until I found her sister's number. I texted her the problem and asked her to meet us outside and not let her parents know.A few minutes later, I pulled up into the driveway and her sister scampered out between their. They were the creme of society…they would have beautiful clothes and only the best manners. What does a country girl have a chance at with people like that? She was just a waitress from a backwater town that got lucky enough to bag a rich guy from New Orleans. They had separate rooms tonight. He, ever the gentleman, said that it wasn’t proper to shack up together, that they must keep up appearances for the sake of her honor. Ha! She was a tart and everyone who knew her knew it to be true. HE. For some reason mature Asians seem to hold on to their nice asses longer than others. I was standing there peeing out my rented Red Horse when she came in. She apologized for not knocking but she had to go pee herself. I told her that I would be done in a second or two but she gasped that she could not wait. The fact she was there still in the tiny room with me with my cock in my handle told me she was in trouble. I pinched off my stream and moved out of the way for her to get onto the sheet.. “I am. But Sue sold the place in June, and Margie told me the new owner’s a bit of a stuffed shirt. I figured I better make a good impression.” She kept eating.“And?”“And what?”“And did you get the job?” I asked.“Oh, sure. Really a formality. Mr. Benjamin’s not that bad, and Margie put in the good word for me. No problem.”We finished in a few minutes, Debby cleaning up my fries. No lunch, I gathered. I took the keys from her as we headed to the car.“Thanks, hon, I’ve been driving all.